[While this is labeled a "rematch", the original match has not been written. However, that match was the impetus for the creation of The Redneck Arena, as described in several stories in the series.]
Samson vs Skull -- the Rematch
By
The Mangler
Tonight's match had been years in the making. The last time these two met it was in a regular arena. While Samson had won the match, he was attacked and used by the audience during subsequent matches. Since Skull's motorcycle buddies had been supplying security, they were "occupied" elsewhere and "not aware" of what was happening. While Samson had been sexually used by the crowds the only "damage" had been a right nipple piercing. After the events he had elected to keep it as a reminder.
These events had led to the formation of the Redneck Arena with the ring enclosed in a cage, but far enough away that a regular wrestling match could be had. The ring sat in the middle of the floor. About six feet from the ring on all sides stood a chain link fence, along with a roof made of chain link as well. Not that the cage hadn't been involved in many matches as well. The walkway to the ring had also been covered by a cage. This had been many years ago and now the two were finally going to have a rematch. Samson was out for revenge for what had occurred, while Skull was out for revenge for losing the match.
The referee for tonight's match was going to be Jake. He had not been in any high profile matches since the infamous Choirboy versus Tim match. (see Start of Revenge). While he had wanted to just retire and walk away, the commissioner had refused as he had just signed Jake to a new contract. Plus, the commissioner was always looking for angles for the Redneck Arena. It didn't matter if that wasn't good for the wrestlers or referees involved, if it was good for the league and his pocket book that was all that mattered.
The crowd was a particularly rowdy one tonight. The members of Skulls MC club were present in large numbers and ready for action both in the ring and in the audience. Other members of the audience were just ready for a good old fashion ass whipping -- they didn't particularly care who. While Samson did have his fans, they were definitely in the minority. And poor Jake probably had no one on his side here.
"And now our referee for tonight’s match..... Jaaaaake." Jake was 30, 5’11” tall, weighed about 180 pounds. He was well built and in good shape. As Jake ran down into the ring a couple of different chants were heard.
"cocksucker”, “cheater” and “cheating cocksucker" alongside a large number of boos. He tried to ignore the taunts but it was difficult to do so. Especially as it was so unfair but he had been forbidden by the commissioner from explaining what had occurred and that he had been coerced into his actions.
"And our first contestant entering the ring, standing 6' 2" tall and weighing in at 240 pounds, Saaammmmson."
Samson entered the covered walkway to a loud course of boos and insult. He just ignored them as he walked to the ring. He had rugged good looks (some say classic) and long brown hair that ran to just below his shoulders. He was muscled and had tight ridged abs. His chest was covered with a light covering of hair which ran down to his abs and then ran in a tight line down into his trunks. His right tit had a shield piercing in place with the nipple poking through the middle of it with a small barbell piercing in place. He was wearing a pair of brown square cut trunks with a cup in for added protection. He had knee pads on both legs. His wrists were wrapped with black tape for support.
As he neared the ring, he leaped onto the apron, grabbed the top rope and then leaped over into the ring. He threw his hands up into a classic victory pose and screamed, "Bring on the victim. Time for his repeat beating."
Skull's fans responded with a loud chorus of boos to which Samson just laughed.
Jake approached Samson and said "Okay, let's get the equipment check over with."
"Why, you want to make sure it will all fit into that pretty little mouth of yours?? Because if it won’t there are other holes I could use for sure," he taunted as he grabbed his package.
"Fuck you asshole," was Jake's reply. He then proceeded to do a thorough check for foreign bodies finding none.
"Your clean," Jake replied.
"Yeah but did you clean out for me," Samson replied as he slapped a retreating Jake on the ass.
Jake turned and leered at Samson but only received a laugh in return along with another grab of his crotch. Samson then went to this corner.
"And now his opponent for tonight's match, standing at 5" 11" and 225 pounds, Skkkullll."
Skull then stalked into the enclosed walkway. His eyesight was laser focused on Samson and the sneer on his face became even more fierce on his strutted in to the loud cheers from his gang members and most of the audience.
Fireplug was the best description for the solid look muscle monster. He was hairless from the top of his head to the toes of his feet. (And if you could see it all, that was true everywhere.) He had several tattoos across his body. On his right bicep was a "Born to Destroy" tat just below his trademark Skull tattoo. On the left bicep was a curled snake with the head extending on the pec and the jaws open around the tit. On his right pec was another dark Skull with bright red eyes. Across the upper back and shoulders, similar to a name stripe on a jersey, was the word DESTROYER with red blood dripping down from the base of each letter.
He was dressed in blood red trunks, red and black checkered knee pads, black boots and a well-worn, tattered, sleeveless jean jacket. As he jumped into the ring, he never took his eyes off of his opponent.
"Going down over there mister hero," he called.
"Nah, you will be the one going down," Samson replied as he grabbed at his crotch.
Jake wondered over to Skull. "Okay, let's do a foreign body check and then get this disaster on the road."
"Check away buddy. Ain’t gonna find anything because I intend to beat that asshole with just what nature gave me."
Jake did a thorough check and found nothing. He examined only the wrestling attire and overlooked the denim jacket. As he headed back toward the center of the ring, he failed to see Skull drop a small chain out of the hem of the jacket, down into his trunks. Skull then threw the jacket onto the ring apron.
Jake signaled for the bell. As it rang, Samson charged out of his corner, let out a loud yell and then jumped forward driving his knees into Skulls upper chest forcing him back into the turnbuckle. The impact of the blow shook the entire ring. Jake dropped to his feet, bent over, grabbed the middle rope and drove three rapid fire shoulders into Skulls abdominals eliciting a large woosh of air with each strike.
“Out of the corner, out of the corner,” screamed Jake who then began his count.
Samson grabbed Skull’s head, locked it under his arm stepped back out of the corner and fell backward to deliver a DDT. Unfortunately, Skull had latched onto the ring ropes on each side and held on. As Samson fell backward, Skull’s head slipped out of the reverse lock and Jake fell backward and onto the mat. As soon as his head was free, Skull swiveled slightly, dropped his hold on the ropes and dropped down, landing with his head onto Samson’s ample package. It was Samson’s turn to let out a large “oomph” as the air was expelled. Fortunately, the cup took most of the blow.
As the pain from his crotch hit Samson’s brain, he reared up, and from his knees, Skull delivered a devastating forearm smash across the upper chest driving Samson’s upper back and head back down onto the mat. He then pulled Jake from the mat and slung him across the ring into the opposite ring ropes.
As Samson rebounded, Skull bent over for a back body drop, but Jake was able to hold onto the top rope and sling his lower legs out, slamming his feet into Skull’s face forcing him to stand back up. He was then hit with a double legged drop kick knocking him down onto the mat. Samson then walked over and began delivering stomps onto the chest and shoulders of Skull, until Skull was able to roll out of the ring and onto the floor.
As Samson went to exit the ring to continue the abuse, Jake grabbed him by the upper arm to pull his back into the ring. Samson flung Jake’s hand off his arm and screamed “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“My job which is keep the action in the ring,” was the reply.
As they were having their words, Skull seized the opportunity and reached under the ropes, grabbed Samson by the ankles and yanked dropping Samson to the mat. As he fell, Samson slammed into Jake knocking him backward and down across the ring. Skull continued to pull jerking Samson out of the ring causing him to fall head first into the mats around the ring. Mats that were not very well padded. He then pulled Samson to his feet, grabbed him by the hair and ran him face first into on the poles holding up the chain link fence. He did this several times until Samson was seeing stars.
Skull then threw Samson back into the ring near one of the turnbuckles. Skull climbed upon the ring apron, climbed to the top rope and then did a somersault off the rope landing across the chest and abs of Samson. Samson tried to double up, but the weight of Skull’s body prevented this.
After regaining his breath, Skull pulled up to his knees, straddled Samson and began delivering a series of closed fists into the forehead of Samson. Jake was regaining his senses and his feet. He looked over, saw what was happening, let a small smile escape his lips and then moved, very slowly, over to the action.
“Okay, stop with the fists. One,…..two……three…..four…..fi…”
Skull stopped at the beginning of five. He stood, lifted Samson to his feet and slug him into the turnbuckle. He followed his opponent into the corner delivering a full body blow to Samson. Skull then exited the ring onto the apron. He went around to the turnbuckle, grabbed Samson’s hair and tied it into a series of knots around the strut holding the rope to the top turnbuckle. This prevented Samson from sliding down.
He then entered the ring and began a series of body shots into the open chest and abs of his opponent. When Samson tried to pull away, he was not able to move his upper body and his hair had him tethered to the post.
Skull proceeded to lift each of Samson’s legs over the middle rope and drop them down the other side. Samson was now wide open. He delivered a hard kick up into the nuts of the trapped stud. While the cup absorbed most of the effort, his nuts still felt the blow.
At this point Jake, come over and got between the two wrestler’s forcing Skull back. While given a little breather, Samson could not take advantage of the time as he was still trapped.
As Jake stepped back to check on Samson, Skull reached into his trunks, took out the chain hidden there and wrapped it around his right fist. He then stepped around the ref and began a series of boxing shots to the abs and sides. After being forced back by Jake, he returned the chain to his trunks and then returned to the corner delivering a series of stomps into the right leg where the thigh met the groin. He continued this until forced to break by the ref. He stepped back for the break. As Jake returned to the corner to try and free Samson, Skull dropped to the outside of the ring and went over to where his buddies were gathered. A small steel plate was passed through the cage and Skull inserted it into his knee pads. He then returned to the ring, pushed Jake to the side and was immediately back onto the stud in the corner. This time he began delivering a series of knees into the same location. He was pushed back by the ref, took a short break and then returned delivering a series of fist, chops and knees to the same area.
Samson was now screaming in pain as the muscles of his upper thigh were damaged. Desperate to get out of the hold, he jerked his head forward twice, freeing his tied hair from the ropes by literally ripping it out from the Skull. After the second jerk, as the hair tore free, his head continued forward. With his legs trapped on the ropes, he dove forehead first into the ring mat at full force, all but knocking himself out.
Jake was then able to free Samson’s legs from the rope and the body dropped straight to the mat. Skull came in, lifted Samson and delivered a back suplex. This was repeated twice more.
He then came over to the downed stud, posing over him.
Seeing his opportunity, Samson kicked his right foot upward and landed directly in the bulge of Skull.
Jake was immediately on Samson berating him for the low blow. As Samson was trying to get up, Jake had positioned himself between the two wrestlers as he continue to berate him. Managing to regain some sense of self and location, Skull was able to work himself around the ref, charged off the ropes and grab Samson by the back of the head and somersault over him, driving his forehead back into the ring. Jake barely managed to get himself out of the way of the somersault.
As his head impacted the mat, he jerked back to sitting position and then fell all the way over to his back. Skull immediately grabbed the right leg, lifted it up into the air and then dropped to the mat pulling the leg back over the head of Samson putting maximum stretch on the groin. Samson screamed; Skull repeated the move twice more. He then stood up and backed away before grabbing the ankle and lifting the leg up. A series of knee drops with the loaded knee pad followed into the thigh.
Samson slowly managed to pull himself over to the ring ropes. Once there Jake ordered a break, and to everyone surprise, Skull complied and then backed up. Samson pulled himself up. Skull stood in a slightly bent position and stared intently. Once upright, Samson tried to take a step but his right leg buckled slightly. An evil grin stretched Skull’s lips and he charged and drove his knee into the upper right thigh and then snapmared Samson to the mat near the corner.
Skull dropped from the ring, reached under the rope, grabbed the right ankle and pulled Samson over to the ring post positioning him with the upper thigh near the corner. He then began to slam the upper thigh into the ring post repeatedly.
Jake had slowly moved over to the ring corner before beginning what was probably one of the slowest five counts known to wrestling. Skull released the leg right at the five count. He then rolled into the ring, but then rolled back out. This time he grabbed the leg and began slamming it into the ring apron, until the count of five before rolling back into the ring.
As he approached Samson, Jake stepped in his way and pushed him back toward the middle of the ring saying, in a voice only Skull could here, “I at least have to make it look like I give a damn what happens to the fucking jerk.”
Skull just smiled, laughed and replied “yeah I guess you do. But then I have a reputation to uphold.” He then dodged around the ref, ran to the corner and pulled Samson fully back into the ring. He pulled Samson to a standing position, but Samson was having trouble maintaining pressure on the right leg. He then suplexed him to the canvas. Samson was pulled up and given a belly to belly suplex.
Skull then applied an old move called a “stump puller”. This was performed by sitting Samson up, Skull placing his left leg over the left shoulder, placing his foot inside the left thigh and pushing outward. Next his right leg was placed over Samson right shoulder, trapping Samson head and neck between the thighs. Skull’s right foot was placed on the outside of Samson right thigh. He then grabbed Samson right ankle and pulled up in the air while sitting down on the back of the neck. This caused strain to the injured right thigh and also pushed his head and neck down toward his own crotch. This caused pain to the thigh, neck, head and back, by essentially folding Samson in half.
Jake dropped by the side and asked “Do you wish to give??”
Samson initially replied “No, in a voice that could barely be heard.”
“Are you giving??”
A weak and barely audible “yes” could be heard.
“Are you going to give,” was repeated.
Again a “yes” was barely heard.
Jake looked up toward Skull and said “he says no at the moment.”
Skull just smiled and applied more pressure.
Weak cries of “I give” could be heard by those in the ring, but by no one else.
Jake shook his head no to let the crowd know that no submission was happening.
Skull held the hold for another minute and then released it dropping Samson back flat on the mat.
He then delivered a leg drop across the throat of his opponent.
“Hey, watch the throat, watch the throat,” Jake cautioned.
“Oops, my mistake ref. going for the chest,” smirked a contrite looking Skull. He then sat down on Samson upper chest, placing his butt over the face and began delivering a series of blows to the abdomen and lower chest. Most of the blows were with a closed fist, but there was no warning coming from Jake.
Tiring of this, Skull then locked an abdominal claw, reinforced by his hand on his own wrist, deep into the abdominal muscles. He could feel the muscles breaking down from the action. With his face covered by his opponent’s butt, Samson could barely breath much less give a submission.
Seeing that the shoulders were on the mat, Jake began to give a three count but only got to two and a half before Skull released the claw and pulled Samson’s shoulder up. Samson was mostly dead weight by this point.
Sitting him in an upright position, Skull dropped down behind his back and locked on a sleeper hold and cinched it is tight. Samson had a brief surge of energy as he realized what was happening, but not enough to break the hold. As the ref checked his arm, Samson kept raising it up only out of reflex. He wasn’t really aware of what was happening as his air was slowly cut off. Jake raised the right arm and dropped it to the mat without resistance. He waited a little longer than normal and repeated the move and the arm dropped a second time. One the third try, also after a little longer than usual wait, the arm dropped to the mat. Samson was out.
Jake signaled for the bell, but Skull would not release the hold. Jake tried to pry him off, but without success and then began to count. “I will disqualify you if you don’t release the hold,” Jake threatened.
Skull held the hold until the count of 4 and one half and then released it slid back. Samson fell back to the mat unconscious. Skull gave him a slap across the face and “that’s how you treat a bitch.”
The crowd roared their approval as Jake lifted Skull’s arm in the air to signal his triumph in the match. As they were turning to each side of the ring Jake said only loud enough for Skull to hear, “while there may be a fine, a nice suplex on the ref should disable him enough for you to do whatever you and your guys have planned.”
Skull just laughed. He released the ref’s hand and stepped away holding his arms up in the victory pose. As Jake turned to head over and check on Samson, he was suddenly grabbed around the waist, lifted up and dropped backward in a suplex. His head slammed into the mat and he was seeing stars. Skull got up and then dropped two leg drops across the chest saying “I might as well get my money’s worth.” After the second leg drop, he rolled Jake out of the ring closest to the covered cage leading to the back.
He then looked at the opposite side of the ring, where he could see his gang members preparing the cage for the next step. Laughing he walked over, rolled Samson onto the ring apron, then leaped over the top rope on the arena floor. He drug Samson off the ring apron and threw him over his shoulder. He walked to the far side of the cage directly, opposite the entrance walkway.
Arriving at the cage, he dropped Samson down onto the floor and then gave him a couple of stomps to the chest. The pain from the blows awakened Samson, but he was still very groggy and not aware of where he was at. But having him partially awake would make the next part easier. Skull pulled Samson up to his knees, and operating on instinct, Samson actually grabbed the cage and helped to pull himself up to his knees. Once Samson was on his knees, Skull pushed his body against the cage.
One of his fellow gang members passed a leather strap through the cage, Skull grabbed it, wrapped it around Samson back and passed it back through the cage on the other side. By pulling it tight, Samson was now attached to the cage in a kneeling position. Skull grabbed Samson right arm and began pulling it out to the side until it was fully extended. Samson had attempted to resist but a kick up into the armpit had overcome the resistance. A leather wrist cuff was attached around the cage and wrist. The left arm was similarly fastened. Both cuffs then had high quality padlocks applied trapping the wrists to the cage. Samson was now upright and spread out and tied to the cage.
One of the gang then passed a rubber piss gag through the chain link fence. As Skull attempted to place this in Samson’s mouth, he began to struggle, but Skull slammed his head into the fence, stopping the struggle. Once the piss gag was in placed, straps from the side were tied around the head holding the gag in place. Other straps were placed through the cage and tied trapping Samson’s open mouth at a gap in the fence. This was reminiscent of the treatment one member of the tag team champions had received while losing their titles.
But Skull and the gang weren’t finished yet. Skull reached around the chest of Samson and loosed the barbell in the right tit piercing. This was removed and the shield behind it was also removed. Skull then applied pressure to the middle of the back of Samson forcing his chest, and more importantly his tits into and through the holes in the cage. An 18-inch metal bar with small holes placed regular along its surface was pressed on the outside of the cage, until the right tit passed through one of the holes. This tit was pulled through and new barbell was place through the previous piercing in the tit. Once the barbell passed out the other side the backing was screwed on. But not before some super glue was applied.
The left tit was then forced through the appropriate hole on the other end of the bar. Since this tit was not previously pierced a new piercing had to be done, but since one of the gang members was a tattooist and piercer this was easily accomplished. A new piercing was placed, accompanied by a scream, super glue applied and then the gang stepped back.
Samson was now attached to the cage around the waist, from the wrist, by his piss gag and now by his tit piercings to the fence. He couldn’t pull back if he wanted too and didn’t much try because of the massive pain to his tits.
While all this had been happening, security had been trying to get to the area. However, this had been a well thought out plan, and many members of the motorcycle club were present and were keeping them at bay.
The first cock was then introduced into Samson mouth. As Skull was walking away, he also gave a noogie to the two bald spots where Samson's hair had been pulled out earlier in the match. He laughed as he walked to the other side of the ring.
He reached the other side of the ring, where Jake was just starting to get up. Skull helped him to his feet and threw Jake’s arm around his neck. He made sure to keep Jake facing toward the ring entrance.
“Hey sorry about the suplex. Just got carried away man.”
“Yeah sure. Hey, I’ve got check on Samson,” Jake replied and started to turn toward the ring. He made sure his words were loud enough to be heard by the fans.
“While you were out, I helped him to the back already,” Skull intoned as he walked Jake up the entrance way.
“Really,” a wary Jake replied.
“Sure, the match was over, I beat his ass fair and square, so I helped him out.”
“Okay, then,” Jake said and the two of them walked out of the ring.
Samson had to service several cocks before some sense of order could be obtained and security get there to protect him. However, he had to spend the next two matches still attached to the cage as the staff worked out how to release him. At least this time he had lost the match before losing his dignity. Once freed he had to be helped back to the dressing room.
Once in the dressing room, Samson was sat on one of the benches with his back against the wall. He was breathing heavily, old cum on his face and hair, his right thigh hurt like hell and his new piercing was throbbing. After freeing him from the cage, security had re-inserted both tit piercings. The one on the left more for punishment than anything because they had gotten knocked around trying to free him. Once depositing him on the bench they left. Other could take care of him now.
As he sat there with his eyes closed, he felt someone walk up to him. He opened his eyes up to see Skull standing over him leering down at him. In spite of the time that had passed since their match, Skull was naked and his cock was semi-hard.
“Hey asshole, pulling my hair out fucking hurt.”
Reaching out and behind Samson’s head, Skull grabbed a hand full of hair and pulled the head forward. Samson offered almost no resistance, but did wince as his head was very sore from the hair being pulled out. “Hey Jackass, I didn’t pull it out you did,” he replied as his face came closer and then he locked his lips over Samson’s mouth, forced his tongue in and held the French kiss for a few seconds. Samson wasn’t passive and kissed back.
“Learn to fight better if you don’t want worse to happen next time,” Skull said as he pulled back from the kiss. At the same time, he reached over and tweaked the newly pierced left nipple.
“Fucking bastard,” Samson screamed.
Pinching the nipple even harder, Skull smirked, “that’s fucking bastard, Sir.”
Skull knelt down and began unlacing the wrestling boots. “come on let’s get you naked and in the shower and cleaned up. There are several members of the gang who still get a shot at your mouth and then I get your ass for the night.”
“How the fuck did you get the ref on your side,” Samson asked. Seeing the look in Skull’s eyes as he looked up, he added “Sir”.
Laughing Skull replied, “I didn’t. You did with all your insinuations about his recent cock sucking adventures. Once you pissed him off the desire for revenge kicked in. Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you get a chance for your own revenge later.”
Once the boots were off, he reached up and pulled the trunks and jocks off. Samson helped by raising his hips. As the wrestling attire was removed, the light glinted off the metal chastity cage Samson was wearing. That was the real reason he wore the protective cup. To provide protection, but to also hide the cage.
“Since you lost, that thing ain’t coming off anytime soon,” Skull said.
“Aahh come on, Sir. I’ve worn this damn thing for months now. Have a heart, please Sir” Samson whined.
As Skull pulled Samson upright and headed for the shower, he laughed. “I don’t have a heart. You made the bet and lost. You want out of chastity then you have to earn it in the ring.” They then headed into the shower to get cleaned up. Not sure why they bothered because it was going to get dirty and nasty later anyway.
The motorcycle gang had made sure there were not fans hanging around when the two fighters finally appeared. If there had been anyone around when the two left the building, they would have been surprised to see a leather wearing Skull helping a naked Samson, other than the piercings, chastity cage, and collar and leash, out the door. And even more surprised to see Samson voluntarily getting on the back of Skulls motorcycle to the cheers and catcalls of the gang.
What would round three hold??
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